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Текст песни Bride - Murder

Bride - Murder слова песни




Feels like suicide salt to the wounds of painPray for a miracle while you are going insaneCarved like a lover`s decadent stareKeep going back to the temptation in the airWash away his touch, enemy insideThe Lord will come to her, find the reason to justifyVirtue is swollen, the night is spent and downShe`s so sure of herself she`ll stare into the sunWake up in the morning take a deep breathThere`s no smell of roses, just the scent of deathLife`s intoxicating like street confetti redCan`t start believing with so many voices in your head

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